Subconscious
I'm in a dream, don't know what I see
I look around and try to flee
I'm trapped inside this make-believe
It's just a sea of all my griefs
A dream of hate: it's way too late
To move around and try to make a sense of life
We dream at night
And all we see is a broken light
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
These lyrics in my mind
My subconscious is some kind of lyric-churning ink-machine
I don't know how to find a way to bring these lyrics out
I am going around in circles, waking up - but am I out?
I've often found dreams deceiving
Lyrics leaving...
Going now, no longer dreaming
This song was perfect in my mind
Woke up - now I find: there's nothing left
Just a failed attempt to remember what's in my mind
Welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
This song's a rant without a plan
A rant against the things of chance
But is chance a thing?
Does stuff happen in a random order, or in a pattern?
'Cause if chance is all
How can you fall away from right and let wrong control?
And what is wrong if there is no right?
How is this dark if there is no light?
How can I think if I have no soul?
Is there chance, or a certain role?
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
I look around and try to flee
I'm trapped inside this make-believe
It's just a sea of all my griefs
A dream of hate: it's way too late
To move around and try to make a sense of life
We dream at night
And all we see is a broken light
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
These lyrics in my mind
My subconscious is some kind of lyric-churning ink-machine
I don't know how to find a way to bring these lyrics out
I am going around in circles, waking up - but am I out?
I've often found dreams deceiving
Lyrics leaving...
Going now, no longer dreaming
This song was perfect in my mind
Woke up - now I find: there's nothing left
Just a failed attempt to remember what's in my mind
Welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
This song's a rant without a plan
A rant against the things of chance
But is chance a thing?
Does stuff happen in a random order, or in a pattern?
'Cause if chance is all
How can you fall away from right and let wrong control?
And what is wrong if there is no right?
How is this dark if there is no light?
How can I think if I have no soul?
Is there chance, or a certain role?
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
So, welcome to my subconscious
Where you meet my brain instead
You thought you could find my dream
But you're lost inside my head
Credits
Writer(s): Broken Soldiers, Conor Mcnamara
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